Oi! Corny haha.
I haven’t said that since I was a kid. It meant something then, that I held onto. “Don’t forget the struggle, don’t forget the streets”. I rarely listen to punk now and a lot gets mixed up through adolescence. I remember finding out skinheads were rude boys who found jobs and then listening to ska! Alton Ellis Phyllis Dillon and sublime. The specials were really something though. There’s a theme in there. Everything had a theme. I spaced out so much growing up. Always thinking of a then. I had peace. Now just want to be left alone. That means different but I also think out loud and I don’t realize how that sounds. I didn’t want to be left alone, to be left alone. You know? …. I forgot about that moment. Through all my self destructive spiraling. It had been a long night. And someone had noticed. Someone I was so glad they did. So what happened?
I didn’t obsess. It’s wasn’t a fill in (forgot what it’s called, I’m sick right now) it’s just that I was feeling so tired I was thinking too much. And I lost control of my intelligence. Pretty stupid of me. I’m snapping out of it. I’m back to reality, oh there goes gravity!
If I fall, it’s only because, I flew too close to the sun.